Good morning, all! I slept porly, with too many bizarre dreams I can hardly remember now. I do recall that the last one was about recording a Stravinsky clarinet piece, and Steve Sondheim and Elaine Stritch were there, along with my friends Maeve Hoglund and Rosalie Sullivan who were recording Mozart arias, and I got in trouble for defacing a mural. I was quite happy to wake up.
I see my barber for a long overdue haircut this morning at 9:00. After that, I shall head down to the McGlinnventory to use the binder on some vocal ascores and librettos that need assemby.
This afternoon, at 3 pm EST, which is 8:00pm in Dublin, I have a call with the wonderful conductor David Brophy to talk through the score of DEAREST ENEMY; this should last several hours, I suspect, but I'll be happier once this is accomplished.
BK, I'm in for the Sunday night show. I'm uncertain about the Drama Book Shop at the moment because I;m still waiting to hear from the Appalachinanshow director about a meeting this week. If I miss the reading, I can still meet you all at Joe Allen's.
I need more coffee, but I need a walk to the mark for milk. I knew I forgot something last night.